Poor dumb canary
You finally threw yourself in a glass
Treated you so badly
Gave you everything that you wanted

Poor dumb bird

You sang a song or two
You did it better than anyone else
They took it far as they could
They took it into their hands and it got to your gut

Poor dumb bird

You think you made it stop,
You think you made it good,
You think you saved your soul,
You can watch from your box as they serve up what's 
left of your beak


The sun can rise if it wants,
The rain can fall if it wants,
The fire can strike where it likes
But when one good bird chooses to fly the whole sky 
starts to look better

Now that you've gone and lit up the sky And gone and 
left it burning
There's no one left to do your work Though they're 
already starting to try

Many sweet song that was left to come will stay on the 
tip of your tongue
Many sweet song that was left to come will stay on the 
tip of your tongue